Takao will weasel it out of him one day. Or not, if his mind is to be believed because he is on the same wavelength of there being no showing or telling between the two of them ever, not in a million years.

"How does that become less alarming?" He can not imagine it; he feels like he is in the middle of the world's strangest porn. Takao will probably blush and laugh; eventually, the blushing should stop. The laughing, probably going to be a permanent thing because sex is literally in his face everywhere he turns just about.

"Eh?" That is weird, they were the same age as of this morning, and now, he has till November before he turns eighteen, and Midorima is claiming nineteen. Unfair, "You're getting to be an old man Shin-chan, I'll have to get you a walker while I'm still young and spry." He teases, rather than admitting that it is strange to think that somehow his friend has aged past him while still looking the same.